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You live down to my low expectations Nothing inside you drives you to leapfrog the bar set so near to the floor It is my fault, I suspect. Such things always are the fault of women. I expected so little and that’s precisely what I received Can one from whom nothing is expected truly disappoint? And yet, you disappoint, and so the lie is to myself I may not have expected, but I had hoped, and those hopes have rotted like blackened bananas Was the cruelty to you or to myself? Either way, I know the fault is mine. The fault is always mine. Is one allowed to feel disappointment when one’s expectations are met?

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I am vanquished by you. Your breath on my skin What are you thinking about? I ask you one night You smile that smile That one that defies description How many poets have taken their own lives when faced with the task of describing that smile? How many painters have snapped their brushes trying to capture its elusive nature? Still you, you whisper Pressing a kiss to the skin of my closed eyelid Still you. My other eye is blessed, as her sister was before And so I am utterly, incomprehensibly, undeniably vanquished By you.

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The Hundred Wells of Salaga (Ayesha Harruna Attah)